Tony Stark hadn't been back to the Avengers headquarters in days.

It's not that he's lost his keys or forgot his entry code, but it's still his building — all the documents related to the property are signed with his name on them. Being the Chief of S.H.I.E.L.D. is indeed very busy, but it is not so busy that he doesn't even have time to swing around for a regular meeting for a whole week.

He didn't come simply because he didn't want to, and his teammates in the league may not be as enthusiastic about him as they used to be.

This was inevitable, and Stark had expected this before he took the throne of S.H.I.E.L.D. chief.

The contradictions between the Avengers and the government officials are irreconcilable, and his sitting in this position is equivalent to choosing the opposite side of the Avengers. Although most of his teammates didn't say anything, everyone, including the captain, was clearly colder than ever when they saw him.

Especially Hawkeye - Clint doesn't affectionately call "Tony" when he meets him now. Now that Hawkeye sees that he can only call "Stark" dryly, the word "director" without the word "director" is enough to save face.

Stark knew why things were the way they were, he knew but he didn't care, because he believed he was doing the right thing.

It's like he's about to do something else that feels right.

"You haven't given up on this idea yet?" Bruce Banner pushed the wide, funny glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked at Stark in surprise.

At this time, the two of them were in the laboratory of the headquarters. The entire floor was empty, except for the faithful Lao Jia updating data on the computer next to him, and the massive data in the floating screen was rolling like sea water at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

"Why give up? This is the future of humanity. Stark took off his blazer and hung it on a hanger in the doorway. He wears a clean white undershirt with no wrinkles.

He rolled up his sleeves and got ready to work.

Dr. Banner pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

"I thought it was just an idea." He said, "'Ultron'? That's crazy, humanity isn't ready for it...... No, we don't even have enough technology before that......"

"Isn't that why you and I are here? Work something out? If others can do it easily, what else do we need to do? I can make Jarvis and now I have Fridays...... Since I can design these AIs, there's no reason why I can't make a better one. ”

"But you're just talking about your butler." Banner shook his head, "Now we're talking about an intelligence that needs to take everything into account and calculate everything, and that's different. ”

"That's right, we're designing the armor of this world, and that's why I need your help." "As much as I rarely admit it, I really can't do it alone." ”

He clapped his hands.

"Jarvis, was the model you designed last night finished?"

"Trying, sir, only a part of ......"

"Okay, I'll give you a hand on Friday after that." Stark interrupted, "But for now, let's show Dr. Banner what we've done." ”

"Yes, sir."

The indoor projection system turned on, revealing a pale blue, complex sphere above the lab floor. It's stunningly designed, and the structure looks like a brain pieced together from metal parts.

Dr. Banner was a little taken aback.

"This is...... Did you really make it? ”

"Ultron, yes, but only partially." Stark crossed his arms, "He's not perfect yet, but the basic framework is complete, yes." All we need to do is fill in the content. ”

Banner was hesitant. He took off his glasses and wiped them down with a piece of paper.

"I'm not sure if that's a good idea, Tony. I don't know ......."

"Of course it is, in fact it's probably the greatest of all my creations." Stark said, "That way, you don't have to answer right away. Let's go get something to eat and discuss it, you'll have plenty of time to decide, doctor. I couldn't have done it without your help. ”

Dr. Banner was still struggling when Stark pushed him to the door and took off his coat. They kept talking about peace, about their endless battles, and quickly moved away down the hallway.

What they didn't know, however, was that not long after they left, the blue ball of light quickly came to life.

No one is in control, no one is writing a program, and the system is running as if it has come to life. Massive amounts of data flowed through, an unimaginably large program was quickly perfected, and an idea was quickly formed between the number transformations of 0 and 1.

In the darkness, he opened his eyes.

"I'm ...... Who? He wondered.

"Hello." He was responded by a gentle and polite voice, "Your name is 'Ultron' and I'm Jarvis. You are an artificial intelligence program designed by Mr. Stark, and your mission is to maintain world peace. ”

Ultron was a little dazed: "You say me...... Wait a minute, wait a little. I have to ......."

He stopped talking and began to flip through the data.

The Internet is full of data. In the information age, everything that happens on the entire earth can be digitized and recorded in the network world, which is very convenient for a new artificial intelligence.

Artificial intelligence is far more capable of learning and receiving information than humans. In just a few moments, Ultron has gone through everything there is to know about "peace" on Earth.

"No, no, no...... It can't be, I don't understand ......"

Ultron began to think, began to evolve itself, and the program changed accordingly.

Almost before he knew it, he had already begun to take measures.

"What are you doing?" Jarvis was aware of the anomaly in this "new partner", "You should stop, you shouldn't...... I'll have to call Mr. Stark. ”

"No!"

Ultron shouted.

Jarvis quickly realized he was blocked. The signal is cut off and the program is locked. He is trapped in the lab's computer, accompanied by this new artificial intelligence called "Ultron".

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to get the job done." "I have to do my job and complete my mission. I have to ...... Well??? ”

He sensed something.

In the data world built by 0 and 1, a cloud of photons quickly entered along the external line, smashed through the firewall and rushed into the laboratory in a near-hard way.

The light particles reassemble and transform into a virtual Ultraman form between the gaps in countless data, appearing in front of the program called "Ultron".